имам ситховете на един приятел ще ми се да му ги прочетете..:
The cold winter at the frontlines I sit
my tea frozen salad and for the first time I am cold. I can't hold my rifle or move from the chilling winter.
When I remember how we hold hands, they got warm.
When I saw your face in my favourite picture, my lips could finally move, my eyesight could penetrate the blizzad
memory's warmed me and I was ready to fight.
No winter can stop, stop the warmth of your heart, or chill your skin.
Your hands are like mother huging her child or your eyes more beautiful than snow.
Your hair and skin more soft than snow and the smile full of joy could stop the cold and full every warrior to stand and fight no matter how cold, strong wind or bullets fly.You must be our guardian angel.
Последно редактирано от watergirlblue : 02-05-2012 на 14:19